A girl that aged just around eleven sat on the grassy ground of the Oriental islands panting. Her long brown curls covered with sweat and her dark eyes gazing towards a taller boy - A tanned young man with raven hair who held two Arnis sticks within his hands.
He looked towards the girl with a proud smile on his face:
"Okay, Kathryn that's enough training for one day..."
Kathryn nodded as she picked herself up:
"Thanks, Ryan..."
"No prob sis..." The boy - Ryan smiled, then he turned to the side of the girl where another lad sat - a blonde-haired lad with kind crystalline blue eyes, he looked just as exhausted as the girl beside him.
"Thorin, you held back today, when you are in a fight you mustn't do that... It'll get you killed."
The lad sighed.
"Yes, Ryan sorry..."
"Don't be sorry. Kindness and mercy aren't bad, I'm glad you those traits just... Know when to use them."
Thorin nodded in sadness. It seemed that he had disappointed his teacher again.
Kathryn however noticed this and decided that she would try and take her friends mind off of his accident so, she jumped to her feet and ran off into the forest.
Thorin faced to where the girl was in shock.
"Hey!" He cried out jumping to his feet.
The girl stopped for a moment before she faced the lad with an evil smile:
"The last one to the mango is cleaning up dads sword collection!"
And with that Kathryn ran off once more.
"Kath!!! " Thorin cried out one more time before he himself ran into the forest after the laughing lass.
Once they were gone Ryan groaned with annoyance:
"Ugh, those two always leave me to clean up after them!"
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Kathryn jumped onto the lowest branch and climbed from there on until she reached the top. Thorin staggered behind her out of breath.
"That wasn't fair, Kath and you know it!"
"Hmph, next time don't lag behind calling me! You know that doesn't work!" Kathryn stuck out her tongue in protest.
"Ugh... You..." Thorin groaned before he pulled himself upwards towards Kate who undid her messy bun and allowed her hair to free freely... When she did so she looked like a lion on hunt.
"Wow! You can surprisingly see quite a lot from here!" Kathryn gasped as she tried to redo her bun.
"Yeah, and the mangoes are ripe too..." Thorin added as he gently poked at the yellow fruit.
"I know right? We can have a good snack and even bring some back!" Kathryn happily exclaimed.
"That sounds like a good idea... But we have no baskets..."
This earned him a grin from his brown-haired accomplice.
"Well, there is a reason I wanted to come here! Kathryn said before she jumped down.
" what?"
"Follow me," Kathryn said as she held out her hand to the boy.
Thorin had known his friend for years... In fact, they had known each other before either one of them could even crawl... He knew that grin... She had something planned.
However, even knowing these facts he jumped from the tree and followed her.
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A tiny man-made cave with handwoven baskets laying on the floor was what met Thorin when he arrived... And a blanket that covered something.
Kathryn walked up to the blanketed cover and smiled:
"Dad told me stories of how lanterns used little flames to fly... And I wondered if there was a way that we could utilise it so I Uhm... It's best if I just show you."
And with that, the blanket was removed to reveal and giant balloon connected to a basket.
Thorin blinked with fascination before he spoke:
"Uh... Is it safe?"
"I think I've only really tried it once... When you want it to go up you add more fuel to the fire and when you want it to go down you lessen..." Kate replied as she pulled her ballon out.
"How long have been doing this?"
"A year and a half." Kathryn answered before she jumped into the giant basket, "You wanna try it out?"
"Like I would ever turn that down! Of course!"
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Blessing of a god (Fanfic of Gift of the fox by Tamuna Tsertsvadze.)
FanfictionKathryn Wrea a mixed blooded girl lived with her family in the oriental islands. She lived a fairly peaceful life only hearing of war within her father's tales of the outside world but even with these horror stories she still longed for her fathers'...